. Ut-ti-ma Wi-Cho, whoa... oh... oh, oh... pela-too-pa-wa-chi... ke-na-muka... ba-la-me-ka.” The crowd followed along with her. They were totally b...utchering the words, but it was loud and raucous. “This time in English,” she yelled as her dance changed to a bouncing hop across the front of the stage. She then began to sing, “General Wi-cho, whoa... oh.. oh.. it was an accident... meteorites... Oh, General Wi-cho, whoa.. oh.. oh.. it was an accident... do not attack... it was an accident... oh,. Those more quiet instances bear their own unique intensity and also stay with me.Those silent moments you never knew I saw because you believed I was asleep. Your fingertips stroking my cheek, the patterns random and intricate like my skin was made of braille that your fingertips were trying to memorize.Lying on your side later, fragrant locks spilled across the pillow like dark and tangled auburn silk plumes. Bright wintergreen orbs fixed on me. Sometimes they shift between blue and grey as. This has never happened to you before (any of it) but you dive in, hoping to make the most of it before the dream ends. You move your arm around her bottom and draw your face to her panties. They are skimpy and satiny and you smell what can only be the arousal of her sex. You nose her panties a little and feel the wetness of the fabric as it slides against your nose and cheek. She's very warm and as you stick your tongue out to lick she moans softly.You kiss her pantied pussy and let your hands. I'm not as beautiful as Beth or June, but my face is pleasant and kind. I also don't have a body that compares to Beth's June's or Peg's, but it too is certainly passable. I have average sized firm tits, I'm slim, I have good muscle tone, and I do Kegel exercises every day. By offering to sign a pre-nup that would last ten years, Tim eventually convinced me that he wanted to marry me and not my money, and we tied the knot. I know that many single women were devastated when that happened.Back to.